Chapter 2 — A Lifetime of Letting Go

"Tuyet Di, when did you become so aggressive and force people so much? Because of a dead object, do you have to cause a murder to stop?" I looked into his eyes, felt the coat on my shoulder, suddenly smiled. "If you keep calculating in detail, I will reconsider tomorrow's wedding," Co Dinh Tham coldly dropped this sentence. He turned around and carried Luu Tu Tu, who was still pretending to sob, and strode towards the hotel. Leaving behind a group of people pointing and gossiping about me. I didn't pay attention to those eyes and pulled my vest back on. Then, in front of everyone, he took off Co Dinh Tham's jacket that still had body heat on it, and conveniently threw it straight into the trash. Just like how I threw away the wedding dress scraps last night. I turned around and went back to my room, locking the door. Take out your phone, click on the black avatar named Tieu Lang Tieu. "Tieu Lang Tieu, do the words you said three years ago still count?" The message was sent in less than three seconds, the top of the screen showed that the other person was typing. "It still counts, any time." I let out a breath and sent the hotel locator there. "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, come pick me up." Put the phone down. Co Dinh Tham, you like to push my limits to please your childhood sweetheart. Then I'll remove the limit and see if you can still stand. I didn't attend the bachelor party the night before the wedding. The phone screen suddenly lit up. Someone sent a screenshot, it's Liu Sisi's WeChat Moments. In the photo, she is wearing a men's shirt, lying on a large bed in a hotel room. Playing with a dark blue tie in his hand. That's the tie that Co Dinh Tham really likes, last year I personally chose it as a birthday gift for him. The status line is: "There are people who are destined to be just passersby, but you are his last stop." The scene behind the photo reveals Co Dinh Tham's expensive Patek Philippe watch. I saved the photo, blocked the sender. At eleven o'clock at night, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and Co Dinh Tham stood outside with a strong smell of alcohol. His collar was slightly open, and the blue-black tie was indeed fluttering. "Tuyet Di, aren't you sleeping yet?" He walked into the room, closed the door, sat down on the sofa, rubbed his eyebrows. "Tomorrow's procedure, change a bit." "How to change," I coldly looked at him. Co Dinh Tham raised his head, his eyes were a little avoidant, but quickly became eloquent arguments. "Let's go to work tomorrow." red, let Tu Tu go." The room was silent for a few seconds. I looked at him, feeling that he was extremely strange. "What did you say?" Co Dinh Tham took a deep breath, stood up and walked in front of me. His hand pressed against the back of my neck, his fingertips slowly stroking. "Her severe depression has relapsed, she holds a piece of broken glass in her hand, no one dares to come close, Tuyet Di, people's lives are important." "It's just a few minutes on the red fire, not including the oath, Mrs. Co is still you." Take away my status as the bride walking on the red fire, let a third person take my place. They also wanted me to wear a bridesmaid's dress and stand under the stage watching them take their vows. Co Dinh Tham, how dare you? I looked at his sincere face and felt nausea in my stomach. "Do you think I will agree?" I pushed his hand away. Co Dinh Tham's face darkened, and the hand that was squeezing the back of my neck tightened. "You said it was just going through the motions, because I've been preparing for this wedding for half a year, what are you messing about?" "If you have to fight over this little bit of fame with a sick person, don't you even care about a person's life?"